Whispers Poem by Ronald Brissette

In my crib a warm breath moves slowly across my ear
My pants are wet so I scream in fear
The next night it starts all over again
Just clicks inside the warm breath until I was ten

I tell my mommy that I have a friend
His breath moves across my ear and I hear Ben
He comes to me in the dead of night
I have never seen him in the broad day light

Ben tells me that white whispers are for little boys
Will help me when I lose my toys
At night when I sleep Ben enters my head
Others are there, they sing to me, then fall down dead

Mommy cannot play with me today, Uncle Joe past away
I did not know my Uncle Joe; I looked like him so they say
The ground now has my Uncle Joe
That night Ben said my white whispers would go

A young man and Ben is no longer in my head
Rebecca’s warm breath moves across my ear as we lie there in my bed
She tells me red whispers are for young men
She makes me feel really good again and again

That night I dreamed of Ben, mommy was there to sing
Then mommy turned around and showed me her two wings
Daddy woke me with a tear in his eye
My son, mommy died

I am old and so many have come and gone
Always in my dreams they would sing me a song
Rebecca would always tell me it is all right
I feel this will be our last night

My eyes so heavy as a warm breath in my ear came
The black whisper show me my whole life again
In my dream Ben and I will sing our song
Rebecca now knows I am gone.